Well, my body apparently now thinks that 48° is really hot, so London weather is not being kind to me now. I also want someone to smack me (HARD) if I ever decide to go to Oxford Street (a) on a Saturday afternoon, (b) while it's raining, or (c) during London Fashion Week.
I have also lived the dream of many a London resident by yelling at tourists on the Tube to MOVE IT when people have to get off the damn train.
Actually, I'm just living the dream in general.
